Page 63 of Dream Mates
“I guess.” She rolled into me. “How do I separate feelings and biology? Do you have videos for that?” Her voice was muffled by my shirt.
“I do. You can talk to me about anything. Bren’s a good dude and he’s trying to deal with his issues.” That was probably what she and Brennan were talking about last night.
She and Brennan were only starting to develop any sort of friendship. For them to have such intense intimacy in a very vulnerable moment might be confusing. Though I was glad I remembered most of it, because it was beautiful. He was tender and caring with her–and that gave me hope.
“I think that you and Jett should start something privately, just the two of you.” I stroked her hair again.
“Would you be okay with me being with Jett?” She looked up at me. “I liked being between you two. He was also really kind to me when I was scared.”
I hadn’t known that, but it didn’t surprise me.
“I fucking fantasize about it,” I grinned. “Please, take my dudes, as long as you don’t try to replace me, which I know you won’t. Sometimes, I might want to watch or participate.” I snuggled her back into me. “Though, I’ll share you with Jett anytime.”
“The swing fantasy when all three of you have me at once.” She giggled a little.
“That and so much more.” I grinned, thinking of all the fun the three of us could have with her.
“Yeah?” Her eyebrows waggled.
“Jett’s a rigger. One day I want to see you suspended from the ceiling and railed until you are nothing but a pile of goo.” The very thought made me hard. She’d take us so well and make so many cute noises.
She blinked. “What?”
“Jett likes to tie people up–consensually and safely, of course,” I assured her. Guess she’d never heard of that.
Grace frowned. “Tie them up and do what?”
“Whatever’s agreed upon. For me it’s usually fucking, but not always,” I explained.
Her frown deepened, and anxiety shot through her.
“It’s always with permission, and while he’s tied me to the bedpost, he prefers these really beautiful, elaborate designs. Here, can I show you some special pictures, so you understand?” I got my phone and pulled up a professional black and white photograph of me suspended from the ceiling, tied in knots so elaborate that I’d become a work of art.
I handed it to her. “This is my favorite. Everything he does is with consent and care. It’s talked about and he’s constantly checking in to make sure nothing is painful or triggering.”
“Oh. That… that’s not what I was expecting. It’s really pretty.” She bit her lower lip. “And he doesn’t just tie you up and do whatever he wants even if he knows you don’t like it?”
So much to unpack there.
“No, he never does anything that isn’t agreed upon by both parties–and you don’t have to be suspended or fucked. Sometimes, if I’m really stressed he’ll just tie me and hold me, and we’ll watch a movie. Also, he doesn’t have to tie your hands. You don’t even have to take your clothes off.” I showed her more pictures of me.
“Oh.”
“This is just my fantasy, Grace,” I assured, holding her tight and peppering her face with kisses. “Nothing like this would ever happen without your consent. There’s a lot of love and healing in what he does, and if at some point, you want to try, talk to him about it.”
She nodded slowly. “Those pictures are beautiful.”
“Sometimes it’s nice to surrender control. To just relax and let them take care of me. But we have that trust and can stop at any time for whatever reason. And not just me, if it gets too intense for anyone, they can stop it.”
“So, you sometimes… with both of them?” She buried her face in my side. “Bren likes to do that too?”
“Bren's not the artist Jett is. He’s also more about absolute control. But again, it’s about consent, safety, and meeting each other’s needs,” I explained. “Bren knows my limits and what I like and dislike, and what I need–and I know what he likes and doesn’t, what he’s willing to do and not, and whathisneeds are. Most of all, I trust him. We trust each other.”
It was very different from what Wes and I did. Though Wes and I were rougher when it was just us compared to how we were with her.
“As long as you’re okay with it,” she said slowly.
“I am. We haven’t gotten to any of those modules. But we can watch them together,” I added.
